I'm with him

One of the drawbacks of living in semi-rural Santa Barbara County is a lack of good radio. It didn't take long to realize after arriving here last year that I was no longer in a top 10 media market.

Stations are fewer, they're harder to get and as for programming choices...well, they stink. Just plain stink.

For instance if I want some talk-radio on the way home I can listen to a local hour of sports on the ESPN radio affiliate, or I can listen to a local sports hour with all the titillating highlights from the Los Padres League or I can listen to Michael Savage. Stop the madness.

For clarification, I've become the charicature of your dad--the crotchety (according to my wife anyway) old man who listens to AM radio in the car and hasn't got a clue about what's actually popular in the world at large. My addiction to the format leads me--against all my best judgment--to tune into Savage on occasion.

I wish I knew why I did it. He's horrible. How he has a radio gig at all--doing overnights in Poughkipsie much less a nationally syndicated program--escapes me. Utterly.

I'm with Patterico; he's a moron.